Things are kinda rough right now. My aunt (who I moved in with to save money BUT she isn't the easiest person to live with, almost always being watched) had covid. Long story short, she got better and then I got covid despite keeping my distance.
I am on day 3 of quarantining, because that's what a normal, considerate person does. And when I walk around the house to get food, I wear a mask. (My aunt did not do that, and instead lounged in the open living room right next to the kitchen.) Sorry, I'm a little salty about it. Mostly because now I've missed 3 days of work, I only work part time and don't get sick days. So thats 3 days no money and well as a general 3 days gone.
However, in my time away from people I'm realizing that my depression and deep rooted issues are going back further than I thought, all the way back fo my childhood. I think I should restart therapy and be honest. I don't think I've ever actually been in a session and shared exactly what I was thinking. I want to, but why does it have to be so hard?